All Chapters of Got Pregnant for the Billionaire: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The two ladies, Trixie and Trisha, were leisurely chatting about random things while waiting for Denny and Don Carlo to get home. Trisha did not know what kind of business deal they were attending to, but Trixie was well aware as Don Carlo was able to brief her of their plans when the older couple excused themselves as Don Carlo needed to have a change of clothes after dinner and left again with Denny. Trixie noticed Trisha was yawning; she urged the girl to have a rest and lie down on the chaise longue in the living room. Trixie was anxious to know the outcome of the gents' mission, so she was still wide awake and enthusiastic even if it was late. She excused herself to pretend she was going to the bathroom, but she actually left Trisha to get a warm knee blank. Trixie offered a room for Trisha to lie down on while waiting for Denny, but Trisha declined politely again and again. Trixie had no other choice than to suggest Trisha lay on the leisure chair she was sitting on across from

"Oh, no, as much as I long to wrap my arms around her, I am also glad to hear your wise words," Denny curtly nodded his head as he looked at the Don, then he turned his head to Angela. "And I am more than glad to hear how dearly you treasure Trisha in your heart. It ossifies my emotions for Trisha, making me realize even more that I am not wrong to invest such inclinations for her," Denny replied with glee. "I am happy this issue was dealt with accordingly," Trixie sighed with jollity. She was happy that even though everything happened too fast, all problems were solved with good speed. "Let's go," she guided the two gentlemen to walk closer to where Trisha was. The girl on the chaise longue was lying on her right side, with her back to the backrest of the chair, both hands clasped together placed under the right side of her face and head. She looked so deep asleep that the three arrived with her still undisturbed."Do you want to stay for the night?" Asked Don Carlo in a hushed ton

Days passed.Denny went to work with Trisha as his personal assistant. Denny provided her with a table right inside his office. She was to do her online lessons with headsets to keep the silence in the room as Denny attended to his work. "Honey," she called out timidly. "Would you like some coffee?"Denny smiled sweetly as satisfaction flashed on his face as he nodded in response. "Now, that sounds way much better," he chuckled. Trisha thought he would consider her initiative to call him sir in the office as proper and formal, but she got punished all night after her very first day in his office. He showed anger and surprise at first, but as the day went on, Trisha did not catch the hint of refusal and resentment in Denny's reactions, so she continued to address him as "Sir, Mister Vero" alternately. Trisha thought her master was only tired when he was quiet the whole day. He would talk but with extreme formality. He did not call him by any name, not by Trisha, not by Honey. But h

But Denny was not going to grant her wishes. She needs to know, feel and taste the retribution Denny was trying to deliver. She needs to remember never to commit the same mistake again. And not granting her request was one of them."Spread those legs, honey," Denny commanded as he rubbed his tallest finger on Trisha's center. Trisha complied, moaning as she felt the exciting sweet tingles brought to her core by Denny's hands. "Wider," Denny demanded. Trisha did as asked until her master was satisfied. Denny's kisses traced an invisible line from Trisha's lips down her neck, chest, abdomen, only to return to her lips again. His hands alternately lean on the bed to balance his weight while the other was checking her readiness down her love channels. "I have to taste this," Denny brought his fingers filled with Trisha's juices to his mouth as he gazed down at her. "I was going to let you have my cock while I have your sweet pussy in my face, but I change my mind," Denny whispered hus

With a buttplug stuck into her arse, Denny laid himself on his back to the bed, with his face in between her widely spread legs, kneeling on the bed. He guided her to move closer to his reach. Trisha was almost sitting on Denny's face with Denny's hands holding her beneath the bottom of her butts, the sides of her crotch to elevate her and balance her weight in his holds as he started to ravish her, piece of heavenly-pleasure giving, snatch. A series of whimpers, soft moans, and hisses left Trisha's lips as she tried to grab a firm hold on the headboard not to put all her weight to her Master's face. She would jerk and shake at Denny's every teasing and stimulating caresses. Trisha's breathing would hitch and occasionally stop when Denny's licks, flicks, and suckling on her clit would turn torrid yet make her wet as if she was standing in the pouring rain. Denny made Trisha reach a few more orgasms before he paused so he could speak. He wanted to make sure she was feeling the right